Super Detective in the Fictional World

Of course, Luke had heard the conversation from the kitchen. He patted the little girl’s head and said, “Your dad is back. Tell him to clean up before lunch.”

Mindy nodded and ran out. “Dad, you’re back. Go wash your hands. Lunch is ready. We were just waiting for you.”

Damon: “Huh?”

Five minutes later, the four of them sat down at the dining table. Damon stared blankly at the dishes on the table.

Luke said with a smile, “Mindy said that she hadn’t had breakfast yet and was on her way out to buy groceries, so I took the liberty of dropping by. I just cooked something simple, and the taste is so-so. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Damon: “…”

There was steak, char siu, tomato beef brisket, and a huge stew of celery, carrots, onions, and pork.

Apart from the steak which Damon was familiar with, everything else, be it the red and sweet char siu, the red and sour tomato beef brisket, or the green, white and red vegetable stew, made one drool.

Selina, on the other hand, consoled herself inwardly. Forget it. Since Luke was the one who made it, then this meal was just barely edible.

For her taste buds, which were quickly developing an intuition of their own, the shortcomings of these dishes were very obvious.

There hadn’t been enough time to marinate the char siu, so there wasn’t enough taste inside the meat.

The tomato beef brisket hadn’t been stewed long enough, so the beef wasn’t soft enough.

The pork in the vegetable stew was of average quality, which pulled down the freshness of the entire dish.

But there wasn’t any problem with Luke’s cooking itself. It was purely because he didn’t have enough time. The father and daughter couldn’t tell, in any case.

Compared with the father and daughter, who subconsciously sped up after a few mouthfuls, Selina ate like a normal person today, and involuntarily felt more superior.

It was as if they hadn’t eaten this kind of inferior food for several lifetimes. How pitiful! The foodie mocked the father and daughter in her heart, completely forgetting how she had eaten such “lazy” food with gusto at the very beginning.

Soon, all the dishes on the table were empty, and the pizza which Damon had bought back was long forgotten in the living room.

Mindy stayed in the dining room to clean up the tableware.

Damon and Luke sat in the living room and chatted over coffee.

They engaged in idle talk – “How are you doing? Very good? How am I doing?” – before Luke changed the topic.

“Damon, this might be a little rude, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave Mindy alone at home, or even let her go out to buy lunch ingredients,” said Luke.